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In December of the fifth year of the lunar calendar, I met the quietest boy in the world in the noisiest market in the city.
He was wearing an exquisite white dress, and his golden cufflinks shone in the sunlight. He quietly opened the hood that covered my eyes, and I could see his sapphire blue eyes shining brightly. His dark hair, which symbolized his royal status, was neatly tied up. No one dared to approach him while standing there.
The slender fingers showed his pampering. At this moment, they were really rubbing the buttons on the dress. It was obvious that this royal family was in a dilemma.
"My noble prince," I knelt down on one knee, "Why did you come here?"
Intention: Still want to understand love
